"I dunno," Ryoma said with a sigh, frowning a bit as he scratched his head. "I guess the only way t'find out is t'go on inside..." Hesitantly, Ryoma reached up and tugged his heart-glasses off of his face, flicking them so they would fold up, and he could deposit them into his pocket. By now, a nice black and blue bruise had formed on the bottom of his eye - and his arm was still bare, as his sleeve had been ripped off and revealed the bandaged wound, with a bit of red seeping through.

He looked terrible... perhaps that would get them a little bit of pity, huh? Ryoma looked over himself and contemplated the idea, but then again also preferred the idea of working for things he wanted. Sigh.

"Let's hope," he said quietly, beginning to head on over to the hotel and go inside.